The trash can touched on a memory. So did the name. There was something familiar about its style, colors, and the cacophony of shapes and pieces plastered onto it. The auction house listed it as…
Uncovering Our History Through The Relics Left Behind
The trash can touched on a memory. So did the name. There was something familiar about its style, colors, and the cacophony of shapes and pieces plastered onto it. The auction house listed it as…
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It was a near-moonless night in November when I arrived at Memorial Hall in Fairmount Park for a meeting. This was my first visit to the place, although I had passed through the area many…